Deep Six
Decaying bones wash up on the shore
And it is the ravens who keep score
In their eyes the skeletal shape
Of the Grim Reaper who haunts the cape
Brave though the men were
The line between life and death began to blur
Blessed with Poseidon's wrath the sea began to rage
Writing the last chapters in blood on a drenched page
For those who respect not the sea will not see tomorrow
Widowing wives who weep with sorrow
What must it have been like to see the hope die in their eyes
As they slowly began to realize
This was to be their final story
And oh so gory
Decaying bones wash up on the shore
Just one more tale in the Grim Reaper's lore
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